White Oleander Page #4

Have you accepted Christ

as your personal savior?

- There's nothing wrong with Christians.

- Are you out of your mind?

How did this happen? I raised you,

not Bible-thumping trailer trash.

I raised you to think for yourself.

No, you didn't.

You raised me to think like you.

Maybe thinking for yourself isn't so

great. Reverend Daniels says it's evil.

Evil? If thinking for yourself is evil,

then every artist is evil.

Is that what you believe, now that

you're washed in the blood of the Lamb?

- Man's ability to reason is evil? Am I evil?

- No.

No.

But killing people who

don't want you is evil.

We pray for your redemption.

F*** my redemption. I don't want it.

I regret nothing.

Attention. Visiting hours are over.

Visitors, return to the holding area.

It's good that you're trying

to identify evil, Astrid.

But evil is tricky.

Just when you think you know

what it is, it changes its form.

Learning its nature takes

a lifetime of study.

I will not lose you.

Not to them.

Those people are the enemy, Astrid.

- Visiting hours are over.

- Write to me.

- Time's up.

- Write to me...

...at least once a week.

- I love you.

I'm the only person you know

who can keep you honest.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Don't forget who you are, Astrid.

You're my daughter

and you're perfect, remember?

How far away is it?

About a mile. Maybe two.

Shouldn't we pack up and go?

No, not yet. The wind's still in our favor.

My mother used to love fire season.

She made me decide what I'd take

if we had to go.

She said if I was brave,

I wouldn't take anything.

Your mother sounds tough.

Not like you.

What am I like?

You? You're a sweetheart.

Astrid, honey?

Astrid?

You come on in here a minute?

Well, sit down. I won't bite.

You having fun here, aren't you? Making

yourself at home, getting comfortable?

Little too comfortable, I'd say.

I might not be a genius, but I get your

game. And it takes one to know one.

- One what?

- Always hanging around...

...handling his tools.

"What's this for, Ray? Can I help you?"

We're not doing anything.

I'm calling Children's Services.

- It's all over.

- But...

Don't "but" me.

He is a man. And he sees what he sees,

and he does what he can.

I've got a nice thing going here.

Ray's the best man I ever had.

And I've lived too long

and come too far to blow it now.

I never had a father...

Don't.

I've got myself and my kids to worry

about. We hardly know each other.

I don't owe you a thing.

- Jesus would give me a chance.

- Well, I'm not Jesus. Not even close.

He might be mad...

...if he knew you sent me away

because you were jealous.

You're trying to make him a prisoner.

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